"The Princess"
a story by ScareGlow

“Doug just looooves Whole Foods. Doug honey, tell them that story, you know, that one...”
Doug sighed. It was a boring story. Still, the party was pretty slow, and Janice looked at him imploringly.
“Alright.” He began to tell it. “You see, we were in there one day, and...” he trailed off. He was looking into the doorway of the kitchen. All he could see was a tiny bit of rear. And some light brown tresses when they bobbed into view. More like one single tress, if there was such a thing. But as the woman in the kitchen moved back, it seemed that her ass went on forever - it was so deep, so long, and so wide. But he couldn't see anything else. The small circle looked at him impatiently.
“Doug,” Janice whispered. “It's not polite to stare.” She looked towards the kitchen. “That unfortunate woman. I can't believe that my ass was ever even half that fat. But you like my ass now, right, Doug?”
“Yes, honey,” he said, blushing. She was always doing this in public, and forcing him to compliment her. Janice had had the most beautiful body - well, to Doug at least - thick thighs, a gorgeous plump belly hanging over her waistline, back fat that he could sink his hands into. But six months ago, she had decided to lose every extra pound, and had actually done it. Now she looked just like everyone else at the party. Well, everyone except the woman in the kitchen. At first, Janice was exercising so much that she had no time or energy for sex. Then, Doug had been doing her joylessly, then not at all, complaining about work and being tired, making excuses. The truth was, though he still loved her, Janice no longer interested him sexually. He finished his story, then said he was going to the bathroom. Though he searched the kitchen furtively, the object of his desire was no longer there. Dejected, Doug returned to the circle. Later, he caught a tiny sliver of ass, just the edge of it, with his eye as the woman left through the front door.
---
“Bill, you remember that party last week? Yes...wow, you did that? And I thought I drank a lot. Yeah, well anyway, do you remember this woman there, she was really...wide...”
“Doug, you don't have to be PC with me. She was enormous. That broad was so fat, I don't know how she made it through the front door!” Bill laughed heartily, and Doug laughed nervously along with him. “Anyway, you should call Charlie, he was talking to her for awhile.”
“Thanks Bill.” Doug called Charlie right away, and asked about the woman, and her name.
“Well, yeah, she's called the princess.”
“The princess?” asked Doug, intrigued.
“Yeah, but you don't want to get mixed up with her. Did you see that guy she was with? They say he's a big shot in the mafia. You know, like, runs a waste management business, lives in a mansion in Jersey, that sort of thing. And from what I could guess, he keeps her on call. You know. Anyway, what's it to you?”
Doug thought for a moment. “She..left me her gloves. I mean, I was holding onto them for a sec, and she never came back.” He waited nervously, trying to gauge whether Charlie knew if he was lying.
“Well, I wouldn't worry too much about it. I mean, I'm sure she can get another pair.”
“They're really nice gloves,” said Doug. “Er...let's see...they say Prada.”
“I think I can see where this is going. And, I'll see what I can do. One of my buddies, he's sort of a shady character, he might be able to get in touch with the guy.”
“Thanks Charlie. I really owe you one.”
“And Doug...don't worry, I won't tell your wife.”
Doug winced.
---
Each passing day was torment. Every big ass he saw on the streets of Manhattan made him think of her. He even fancied that he saw her sometimes, but it was never her. No one could be so fat, so round, so beautiful. He started to lose hope. Then he thought about his wife and the plans they had, to have children, to move out to Long Island, to grow old together. He envisioned these dreams being ripped apart by his terrible longings, longings that he could barely even control. He decided to make himself love Janice, to love her new, thin body, and to ignore the large bodies he saw on the street every day - the fat housewives, their size exaggerated by the comically small dogs that they walked, the plump Hispanic women, midriffs boldly and tantalizingly uncovered, even some of the NYU and Columbia students, huge asses packed into Seven For All Mankind jeans, t-shirts displaying the most obscure indie bands draped over their massive racks.
Doug had just finished his workout and showered. As he left the gym, he heard a voice.
“Hey... I hear you have my gloves?” Doug turned around, where, under a streetlight, he saw her. She was wearing a black dress and posing seductively under the light. Doug wondered how she could possibly be wearing heels, as she must have weighed more than five hundred pounds. He started from the top, noting her thick, luxuriously wavy brown hair, her gorgeous face, surprisingly thin for someone so heavy. Her breasts, large but not ridiculous. Her enormous belly, extending out exceedingly far and hanging precipitously low. Her powerful legs, ringed with fat but containing enough thick bands of muscle underneath to propel her gigantic body. Doug was speechless. Also he had nothing to say about the gloves.
“It's alright if you lost them. You'll buy me a new pair, won't you? I think Bergdorf's is still open.” She took Doug by the arm.
“How?”
“Hm, I have my ways. I heard you go to the gym same time every Tuesday,” she said. Doug thought for a minute. Of course, he must have told Charlie something about his routine.
“And you, I don't even know your name, or how...exactly, we're going to...”
“You can call me Princess,” she said. “Let's go to my place. We can work out the details sometime later. You know, business bores me. I'm more interested in pleasure.”
---
Doug very carefully put his tie back on. The last six months of misery had been entirely forgotten. He carefully recalled every moment, his thin and muscular body floating on an immense and flabby wave of flesh. Her embrace, firm but gentle, protecting him from the miseries of his job, his wife, everything. He kissed the Princess and got up.
“Isn't there something you're forgetting?” she asked.
“Oh, no, I've got everything. What, lipstick stain?” She shook her head. “Gloves?”
“Some other time,” she said. “I was thinking more about...” she rose and motioned toward his back pocket.
“Oh right. Sorry, I've never done this before. How..how much do I owe you?” The Princess whispered into his ear. Doug sort of grimaced, but then he really though about how much fun he'd had. And there was no backing out now. It wasn't like haggling for a used car or something, he thought. Plus he worked for McKinsey, so the money wasn't such a big deal. He only worried that Janice might notice. He looked in his wallet, but there were only three hundred dollar bills, since he never kept a lot of cash on him. He was seven bills short.
“Hey, can you bill me?” he asked hopefully. “I mean, I'll certainly honor my debt, it's just that, you sort of caught my by surprise, outside the gym there. I mean, I have plenty of cash, it's just that...”
“No problem,” she said, artfully sliding his Oyster Perpetual Date off his wrist. “I'll just hold onto this, until next time. You know, sort of collateral.
The words “next time” set off a chain reaction in Doug's brain, leading him to possibilities never before imagined. “How can I get in touch?” he asked.
She wrote her number on a blank business card, then kissed it, leaving a perfect pair of lips in crimson lipstick on it. She slid the card into the waistband of his pants, right in the center. “Call me anytime. We can do anything you want.”
---
He called her up. “Hey Princess.”
“Hey Doug. What time is it, one o'clock? You want a quickie on your lunch break?”
“Oh, no, actually, I'm in Toledo. I...I just wanted to hear your voice.”
“Doug, that's so sweet.”
“I can't wait to see you again.”
“Anytime you like,” she said.
---
Doug approached the Princess nervously. “I want to...I don't even know how to say this...I want to stuff you while we're doing it.”
The Princess smiled. “I'll do anything you want,” she said, tugging on his tie suggestively, “for a price.”
Doug thought for a moment about how to get it done without ruining the mood, until it occurred to him how to do it. It was one of those great things about Manhattan. Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, you could get anything you wanted...for a price, of course. It wasn't long before the bike messenger was knocking on the door, entering with a satchel full of goodies - cans of vanilla and chocolate whipped cream, boxes of Krispy Kremes, pints of Ben and Jerry's, Ritter Sport Chocolate. It started delicately, Doug sitting next to the Princess on her bed, feeding her expensive chocolates. But as their passion increased, Doug was stirred into a frenzy. Though the Princess was a champion eater, Doug pushed her to her limits, cramming Krispy Kremes down her throat as fast as she could eat them, filling her to the bursting point with whipped cream and hazelnut gelato.
The Princess was a perfect mess. Whipped cream bubbled out of her mouth, streams of melted ice cream ran down her breasts, sinking into the deep folds of her belly, which was bulging insanely. Doug was nimbly feeding her and thrusting at the same time, and she moaned with the combined pleasures. Finally, Doug finished in a thundering crescendo, and collapsed into the immense, soft mix of flesh and sweet delicacies surrounding his thin body.
---
Though he made plenty of money, it was increasingly difficult for Doug to come up with cash that Janice wouldn't notice. The Princess larger than life in every way, as insatiable for money as for food. She spent nearly as much on clothes as she did eating out, especially when having Dior Couture gowns custom made to fit her enormously fat body. Though just doing the regular thing with her was a pleasure beyond all others, Doug felt compelled to try more and more things he'd never done before. Every pound that she gained aroused him, and when he wasn't with her he would imagine her gargantuan body resting on top of him, pinning him down and crushing him into ecstasy. He felt as if his time was running out, and he'd be caught any minute. He was charged extra for his depravity, but he paid gladly every time, and the Princess gleefully took his money. His Oyster Perpetual Date had fetched a good amount on eBay, but he was already burning through a sack of Krugerrands, taking them to the jeweler for cash to feed his habit.
Gradually, Doug lost interest in his job, his hobbies, going out with the guys...the Princess dominated his thoughts. In every daydream he was fondling her massive gut, or she was grinding her huge ass into his face. His wife he had given up on long ago...he wondered how she hadn't figured it out yet. Or maybe she knew and just wasn't saying anything. He had a terrible fear of being caught redhanded, even though he been careful to hide all evidence of his business, even going to far as to call her on a second cell phone registered in his mother's name. Still, he was so torn up he prepared to confess to Janice, but chickened out every time he had a chance to tell her.
One time he went to the Princess, drunk and broke, but she still gave him a sympathy lay. “Our little secret,” she'd said. He kept playing it over in his head “our secret.” “Our.” The life they shared. He called her up in the middle of the night.
“Princess, we've got to talk. I love you, and I want to marry you,” he stammered deliriously.
She was used to this sort of thing. “Doug! First off, you're married...”
“I'll divorce Janice,” he said in a heartbeat.
“Second, what am I supposed to do? Huh? You want me to settle down, you know, have kids, drive them to soccer practice? That's not me.”
“But...don't you love me? I know it's a lot, but couldn't you do it, for me. For us,” he added.
“Oh Doug...you know I love you. It's just...this isn't going to work out.”
“Princess...can't we make it work out?”
“No Doug. Listen, I gotta go...”
“No, don't leave me.”
“Look, call me when you feel better.” And she hung up. Doug slammed his phone shut. He went to his computer and started watching videos and looking through folders at pictures of all his favorite plus size beauties. But none of them were like her. He deleted all of them. Then he rescued them all from the recycle bin.
The next day, he showed up at the Princess's suite unannounced. He burst through the door.
“Doug! What are you doing here?” the Princess yelled as she pulled up the covers, trying vainly to cover her obscene bulk. The man in bed with her rose up angrily.
“Princess, you want I should take care a dis guy?”
Doug ignored him. He moved to the Princess to kiss her, but she pushed him away violently. Finally he turned to the man.
“You love him more than me.”
“Doug, it's not like that.”
“Yeah, what is it like?” He charged into bed to wrestle the man, who fumbled on the night table for his strap, from which he pulled a shiny black Glock. He cocked it. Doug bit his arm. The man's hand contorted wildly and the Glock discharged in Doug's chest. Doug slumped off the bed in a crimson mist.
“Princess...I guess I was wrong...just...can you do me one favor?” Doug asked.
She moved to help him, naked and crying, but his face was already pale, and the floor slick with blood.
“Just...hold me as tight as you can...” She embraced his body with her two chubby arms, pressing against him with all her weight, feeling the hot blood ebbing out of him. Finally, he was motionless. The Princess and the man looked at Doug's face, and saw that he was smiling.
“Princess, I swear I didn't mean to.”
“I know. He was crazy. Still, he was a good guy. Oh Doug...”
“We'll put him in the Meadowlands,” said the man, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Right next to Jimmy Hoffa.”
---
When they buried Doug, he was still smiling.